Chapter 310: Chapter 310

Jing Shu found her professional pig-slaughtering tool: a steel awl, thinner than a finger and only about fifty centimeters long. She had made it herself in the Magic Cube Space. The awl even had a Bloodletting Groove. In the space, it could be used as a gun. While its explosive power might not match a rifle’s, Jing Shu’s mental control could make it instantly pierce an entire pig’s head.

The traditional way to slaughter pigs was by knife, just as her uncle described: tie the pig’s legs, hang it upside down, insert the knife into its neck, and twist. This quickened the pig’s death. Pigs slaughtered this way could only scream and were unable to move.

Industrial plants generally use electric stunning. It’s like placing headphones on the pig’s ears, instantly stunning and piercing the pig, allowing blood to drain cleanly and efficiently. Jing Shu didn’t consider methods like poisoning or shooting. She mimicked electric stunning: instantly piercing the pig’s brain to paralyze it before bleeding it out. This method resulted in a quiet, precise, and stable slaughter.

Of course, to avoid affecting the taste of the roast pig brains, Jing Shu still put in considerable effort.

Taking a deep breath, Jing Shu knew she was strong, but not exactly how strong. She was about to go to the United States and needed a new understanding of her own strength and power. Moreover, since her trip to the United States was for stealing, she would inevitably encounter various dangers and face life-or-death situations.

Without revealing the Magic Cube Space’s abilities, like poisonous bees or venomous snakes, and without using a gun, how could I kill someone quickly in close combat, ensuring a fatal blow with each hit? Practicing on these pigs could be good training.

Slashing with a knife might not kill instantly. The victim’s screams could alert others. Even if no one else was around, with Jing Shu’s strength, a single slash might only sever half a shoulder. This could lead to a desperate counterattack from the victim and a bloody scene.

I prefer it when my blade falls and the person drops to the ground without making a sound... like when escaping, or when I need to engage in close combat during a stealthy break-in. That would be very practical.

"Let’s try it on you." Jing Shu picked up the steel awl and walked toward a carefree black pig. The other pigs were either sleeping or grunting.

The dark night, accompanied by the PITTER-PATTER of raindrops and her silent footsteps, drew nearer to the pigsty. Everything seemed ordinary and casual.

When Jing Shu spoke of stunning the pig, she was clearly bluffing her uncle. She intended to kill the pig directly in the sty!

Approaching the target pig, she took advantage of its unawareness. She bent at the waist to exert force, and with a swift twist of the steel awl aimed at its ear, she fiercely stabbed. Jing Shu used all her strength. She heard only a dull THUD as the awl pierced the pig’s ear and embedded deeply into the ground. Then, the pig’s abruptly cut-off squeals rang out. She failed to hold the pig with one hand, allowing it to run several meters before hitting a wall. It finally collapsed with a heavy THUD, blood flowing everywhere, and chaos erupted in the pigsty.

What a pity. Two portions of spicy blood curd and spicy offal and blood stew are gone. Jing Shu held a nearby bucket to catch the pig blood. The earlier commotion had caused the black pigs to become agitated and panicked.

"Illusion Technique, activate!"

Instantly, the surrounding pigs returned to their previous laziness, as if nothing had happened. The Magic Cube Space’s Illusion Technique ability was truly powerful.

Jing Shu panted. She had exerted too much force, driving the awl’s Bloodletting Groove into the ground. This caused an immediate gush of blood before the pig could muster a counterattack, much like how a person flails their limbs when hit with great force.

Jing Shu continuously learned from her experiences, summarizing her lessons. She treated the pigs as practice targets for future assassinations. She even simulated scenarios where the pigs retaliated, practicing stabbing from various angles with different levels of force. She focused on figuring out how to bring them down silently with minimal effort.

After sacrificing more than forty pigs, Jing Shu finally gained some experience. If I were to kill a person, I’d have to be even more precise. The Bloodletting Groove in the awl should be hollow to allow blood to drain faster, leading to a quicker death.

Jing Shu called this the ’Close-Quarter Painless Killing Method.’ Of course, she knew many other ways to kill, but one could never be too skilled. Besides, in the gun-prone United States, guns will likely be the main weapons. This method will seldom be needed... right?

What Jing Shu didn’t realize at the time was that, during her upcoming theft, she would not only utilize this method but also execute it to perfection. She would be slightly faster than Yang Yang’s tranquilizer gun. Their flawless cooperation left onlookers agape.

So, when her uncle rushed in and said, "Jing Shu, I’ve boiled the water halfway, but the more I think about it, the more I feel something is off. You mentioned knocking the pigs out, but how exactly did you do it? What if improper force provokes them to fight back? If you just whacked them with a hammer, that would be absolutely... Ah."

When her uncle arrived, he saw rows of pig carcasses neatly laid out. Each had a bucket attached, collecting blood that was still warm and smelled raw. Some pigs’ legs were still twitching. This sight, combined with Jing Shu’s devilish smile in the pitch-black night, made her uncle’s legs tremble.

"All... all of them are killed? How did you manage that?" her uncle asked, carefully inspecting one. The body had no additional knife wounds, only bleeding ears with tiny cuts, which could almost be described as ’non-invasive.’ Read full story at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩

"It’s a long story. You have to strike when the pig isn’t paying attention... By the way, I’ve reserved the two sows and one boar for you; they’re the best of the bunch, in my opinion. I’ve finished slaughtering the pigs. The rest is up to you," Jing Shu said. She wiped the long steel awl on a piece of pigskin until it was spotless, then placed it behind her.

Her uncle was dumbfounded. To pierce a pig’s brain with such a tool required tremendous strength and accuracy. If the penetration wasn’t precise, the result would likely be half-dead pigs running amok in the courtyard.

This completely overturned his understanding of the world. Their neighbor, Wang Mazi, had been slaughtering pigs for decades. His fastest time was thirty minutes for one pig, and that was with four or five people helping to restrain it. Her uncle had only been gone for a little over half an hour!

"Uncle, what are your plans for these pigs? For their hides, offal, meat, and so on?"

"Ah? Oh, the government is paying a high price for pigskins. I’m thinking of selling them all," her uncle said. He crouched down to examine a black pig, clucking his tongue in amazement at the skill displayed.

"Don’t sell the pigskins. Keep them to make cotton-padded shoes and jackets. Even if the sunlight returns tomorrow, there won’t be any cotton for the next three years. With the sun gone, the Earth is getting colder; it’s already happening. No one knows how low the temperatures will drop," Jing Shu stated. She walked toward the door, having given all the reminders she felt necessary, and she would only say them once.

"That’s fine too. Here’s what I was thinking: aside from using connections to get some Oxytocin, I also want to try to get other medicines. They’re getting harder to come by these days. I’ll also trade for more rice and flour. In the apocalypse, food is always the most important thing. As for the remaining meat, we’ll preserve it by making dried and cured meats."